Grasp

All the leaves are travelling north
Make small tornados with strong winds along the path
Energy circling like the hands of time all around us happens so fast
Sometimes gives notions of birds in motion flying home after all at last
A season of dark nights are coming with long shadows that stretch and cast
A ship on the seas flies it's flag as battering waves try to sink her and her mast
Wild like a banshee she tears down trees then come the floods angry not to have appeased the power aghast
It all starts with a single spinning jenny on a sole tree that drops and flies as the light breeze grasps.